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Compared to a lot of things around me. I come from a different world, a world within their world. A third world. I come from struggles From contentment Wonky neighbors, communities, and families. I’m a result of conflicts. Of trivial desires and strong feelings. Of a moment. I originate from peaceful sights on Golden Beach From bustling streets with peculiar smells Sweltering summers and rain invested winters I originate from Red, White and Blue. From the lone star. I am the effect of hard work. Of a fighter A single mother. The repercussion of strict rules. Respect branded in me Obedience molds my body. I am an original stereotype, insanely mindful. I strive to forge new roads. I am conventionally unconventional I walk the unpaved jungle lighting my own way. No matter where I go There’s one thing I’ll always for sure know I come from a different world. A world within their world, a third world. I will always have arms to return. A culture that is my own. A sense of self that is me.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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Compared to a lot of things around me. I come from a different world, a world within their world. A third world. I come from struggles From contentment Wonky neighbors, communities, and families. I’m a result of conflicts. Of trivial desires and strong feelings. Of a moment. I originate from peaceful sights on Golden Beach From bustling streets with peculiar smells Sweltering summers and rain invested winters I originate from Red, White and Blue. From the lone star. I am the effect of hard work. Of a fighter A single mother. The repercussion of strict rules. Respect branded in me Obedience molds my body. I am an original stereotype, insanely mindful. I strive to forge new roads. I am conventionally unconventional I walk the unpaved jungle lighting my own way. No matter where I go There’s one thing I’ll always for sure know I come from a different world. A world within their world, a third world. I will always have arms to return. A culture that is my own. A sense of self that is me.
justin-f
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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